Tiniest paw, sweetest breath, sparkling eye closed….
he sleeps, my little boy Boris, in the light of the halogen heat,
warm and rounded like the inside of a Cossack Dancers hat.
Perhaps he wore one in a previous life……
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Flick's Poetry & Thoughtfield: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” Rumi
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